Fucked Over…

I smiled as I walked into the bedroom. She had enthusiasm that no other woman I had ever met showed. She wanted to have sex and she wanted to make sure that i enjoyed it if not as much as she did, then even more than she did. And I assure you, she did a very good job in making sure that i stayed very pleased with the sex that we had.

I took my wallet and placed it on the dresser that was near the door to our bedroom and took my pants off to show her that i was indeed interested in sex and not just coming in here to change like I did when she was not this spontaneous.

She smiled and wiggled on the bed to get my attention. Her three middle fingers were buried two knuckles deep in her snatch and her thumb was going over her little joy buzzer over and over again. She was moaning by the time I got on the bed and she reached out with her free hand and raked her nails down my back to speed me up.

I smiled and turned to her, my face bypassing hers and heading straight for her now oozing snatch. The juices that coated her fingers smelled like sweet honey and I pulled her fingers out and made sure each one got a very good bath before I moved her hand out of the way and went for it all.

I shoved my mouth into her cunt and my nose rubber over her clit. My tongue worked over her sweet pussy meat over and over again. Her body and huge ass moved under me and I reached up and held both of her hands down while I gingerly ate her sweet pussy.

I lapped up all the juices as they came out, my tongue moving over all of the surfaces on the inside of her love canal over and over again. Her screaming was making my tongue move faster and I knew she had started to cum when her legs went rigid and her thighs squeezed my face so hard I thought I would die.

She finally let out an ear splitting scream and bucked under my minstrations and reached both hands up, pulling my hands out of the way and shoving my face almost into her sopping cunt, my mouth entering her and making it possible to lick every inch of her birth canal.

She finally begged me stop, her voice a whimper and every stroke of my tongue bringing an arch in her back that would not diminish for minutes at a time. I finally pulled my head up, coated in her woman juices and laid next to her, my breathing labored and my mind full of dreams of sucking and licking.